Thorfinn had more faith in Jo than himself some days. Their short history in Medietas had shaped a bond of trust in the young man. Which is why he remained waiting alternating looking at the house and the pile behind him.

"Yes, clean water. We have soap." He spoke a little clearer, finally he moved fully over to the pile and shifted through things for one of the glass kitchen containers, being careful with it he removed the lid, inside were little round looking balls. Chestnut soap made over the past few weeks. He shrugged at her apology, looking unsure what to say at first. "Jo's house, I just stay. Many thanks for help, Nerys. I know not what to do." He usually didn't admit such things with strangers but it was a high stress situation despite how he tried to play it down.